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On the top of Kkachisan hill
My neighborhood, the house where my dream grew
Bongcheon 6-dong, this street knows
even my precious stories well
The place where lovers secretly spend the night
The place where drunk old men sleep
The alley where middle and high schoolers smoke
Where you have to go to see forsythia flowers
Here, it is the neighborhood full of gray concrete
with a thick smell of people
In between, sprouts
stick out their heads as always
Ah man, stars can be seen all night
The scarlet street light shines quietly
When the uncle from the supermarket goes home,
the moon rises above this neighborhood
Behind Kkachisan is my school
The sound of the cicadas at Haenglim Elementary
As a child, I chased dragonflies
The kids who used to like it still remember
The ‘Seungri’ stationery shop I used to go to
Ddajki, paper cranes, sometimes failures
Card games, Pokémon and Beyblade
I roller-skated fearlessly
The PC room ‘Computers in Life and Death’ that my dad frequented
After playing StarCraft for a few hours, the place
was full of cigarette smoke, and the owner
let us play one hour for free every time
When I see my neighborhood friends
from these streets that I remember vividly, I’m a child
Even though I live somewhere else now,
look for me when you pass Nakseongdae Station